upon canon reviewing for tushanshu

[psychodeathfaerie]

I am glad thou art amused, child, for I will be taking repayment for this bit of mirth at my expense. "You can't knock it if it's true" does not diminish my displeasure. A deal was not discussed when the account was made, so the offer of a "game" in which to "play" is not proper compensation.

However, as you suggest, we may now enter into such an agreement. I do enjoy games. There is already much potential. A poetic boy, a former soldier, and my godson's dear apprentice. You would sacrifice them knowingly, my dear mundane, at the expense of others. Perhaps we will get along regardless of thy transgressions. We shall see.

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[psychodeathfaerie]

You may as well tell me his name as I have already determined his identity. No physical harm will come to him by my hand, if that is the thing which weighs on your mind.

Politeness is a skill which is woefully absent from most in this age. I am pleased to see that a few have retained the ability. I would have your name as well, polite sir.

[lecentre]

[There's a hesitation, especially by way of how she phrases it... and then after several long moments...]

It's... been advised that I keep such things a mystery from you for the time being, if you'll forgive me.

[psychodeathfaerie]

I most certainly will not forgive you. Who is telling you such things?

[lecentre]

It is not my intention to be impolite. However, it is my writer that wishes me to withhold that information.

[magicalpadawan]

Your writer's a smart lady.

[lecentre]

She does have her moments.

[magicalpadawan]

Leave your friend's name out of it as long as you can. Especially if you know his full name.

[lecentre]

I... I will. [Okay, now with you being just as serious about this as the mun? Kind of freaking him out a little.]

[magicalpadawan]

Names have power. A lot of power.

[lecentre]

That's ominous.

[magicalpadawan]

Faeries tend to be, pal.

...Speaking of names, mine is Molly.

[lecentre]

It's a pleasure to meet you, mademoiselle. [Charming grin? Yes, charming grin.]

I go by Courfeyrac.

[magicalpadawan]

[....Goddammit she is a sucker for charming grins. Just ask Thomas. So she might be smiling a little in return, cautiously.]

I, um. Nice to meet you, too.

[lecentre]

I'll have the pleasure of meeting you on the Turtle as well, I take it?

[magicalpadawan]

Yeah. I've, uh, been there a few months now.

[lecentre]

I'm sorry to hear that. However, in this case, I am glad that it will give me the chance of meeting you again.

[magicalpadawan]

Just look for the girl with purple hair, I'm not that hard to miss.

[lecentre]

I doubt I could miss you regardless, purple hair or not.

[magicalpadawan]

And why is that?

[lecentre]

There's something about you, forgive my forwardness, that simply radiates beauty.

[magicalpadawan]

O-oh. Um. ....Well, thank you? [Being as fair as she is makes it really hard to hide that blush.]

[psychodeathfaerie]

No matter. I expect, very soon, we will come to know each other better.

[lecentre]

I am certain we will...

[psychodeathfaerie]

I look forward to meeting you properly, Courfeyrac.

[lecentre]

[Yeah, he nearly froze right there...]